This time, the square-faced man responded a little slower than before.

After Mo Fengwu fell behind, a comfortable but inexplicably strange smile suddenly appeared on her face, saying:

"It's just comfortable, especially comfortable..."

"I feel comfortable all over?"

"Yes, I feel comfortable all over..."

The square-faced man said, then slowly closed his eyes, and then he looked like a floating look on his face.

Mo Fengwu looked at him with a motionless expression.

Yan Qingyu, who was opposite, looked a little gloomy at this moment. Then he coughed lightly, then looked up at the sky.

Although he didn't say anything, he obviously wanted to urge him.

The old host glanced at him, then looked at Mo Fengwu and said:

"Miss Mo, time..."

"Shut up."

With a word, the host suddenly froze. Then Mo Fengwu glanced at him and said, "I know how much time I have left, don't remind me."

As he said that, Mo Fengwu didn't even look at Yan Qingyu and once again turned her gaze on the square-faced man.

Time passes minute by minute.

The originally quiet people in the audience could not help but whisper in a low voice.

"What's going on?"

"Yes, didn't you say check? I didn't see anything... Did you see it?"

"I don't understand. But it seems that it should be fine."

"Yes, everyone said it was very comfortable, that's all right..."

The people were talking a lot, but the people in the Medicine Hall looked a little ugly now.

"What does this Mohist girl mean?"

"It must be deliberately delaying time!"

"I think so. Everyone said that it was comfortable, what else could there be? This Mohist girl is simply a mysterious person..."

"Hmph, don't you see who Senior Yan Zu is? He is really a mantis armed mantis chariot!"

Compared with the atmosphere of the people in the Medicine Hall, the situation in the Mohist School is a bit subtle.

Several old men from the Yu family of the Bai family stared at the stage without any moment, and then frowned. After a while, the old man of the Huan family, who had not spoken until the beginning and end, suddenly whispered:

"That man is a little weird."

The old man from the Lan family next to him nodded: "He just spoke a little slower than before."

"Not only, his expression was wrong."

As the head of a top family, his eyesight is extremely comparable.

Especially the Huan family, as the head of the weapon refining family in the Shengyuan Continent, if they fight alone, they may not even be as good as a warrior in the Qi Mirror Stage, but because they have been refining weapons for many years, their eyesight is better than that of the Great Martial Emperor level.

, and even sharp.

Something was wrong, but no one knew what was going on.

For a moment, the discussion around became louder and louder.

But on the ring, Mo Fengwu still didn't move.

The commotion continues, and at this moment

Well!

Suddenly, a spiritual drum sounded.

The host old man immediately sang: "Check the time limit, one stick of incense, time count!"

The sound fell, and the originally riotous Central Plaza suddenly became quiet.

At this time, a temple guard stepped forward, lit a stick of incense, and began to officially count. This also means that when the incense is completely burned out, Mo Fengwu must give the answer, otherwise, regardless of whether Yan Qingyu detoxifies or not.

Right, it will be the winner!

This is the rule of Lingtai Fighting. Those who poison must know what poison they are, and make strict judgments. They are absolutely not allowed to do anything randomly and do not even know about themselves.

The surroundings are quiet.

The tense atmosphere became more and more serious as the sandalwood continued to burn.
Chapter completed!